“Oh god, you’re me?” Adam muttered as he looked at you. Yeah, same hair, same scar on the chin, your father’s watch… you were him.

Goddamnit. He wasn’t supposed to be here, this wasn’t supposed to happen. Your questions were drowned out by his own, the ringing in his ears getting slightly louder. All he needed was to see Laura, and leave. Not face his younger self.

“Look, shut up, kid..” He mumbled, digging through your bathroom counter for bandages.